Burlesques William Makepeace Thackeray

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"'Twenty-three in all,' says I.
"'Then give me baby.'
"'Give you what?' says I.
"'Give me baby.'
"'What, haven't y-y-yoooo got him?' says I.
"O Mussy! You should have heard her sreak! WE'D LEFT HIM ON THE LEDGE AT
GLOSTER.
"It all came of the break of gage."
MR. JEAMES AGAIN.
"DEAR MR. PUNCH,—As newmarus inquiries have been maid both at my privit
ressddence, 'The Wheel of Fortune Otel,' and at your Hoffis, regarding the fate of that dear
babby, James Hangelo, whose primmiture dissappearnts caused such hagnies to his
distracted parents, I must begg, dear sir, the permission to ockupy a part of your valuble
collams once more, and hease the public mind about my blessid boy.
"Wictims of that nashnal cuss, the Broken Gage, me and Mrs. Plush was left in the train to
Cheltenham, soughring from that most disgreeble of complaints, a halmost BROKEN ART.
The skreems of Mrs. Jeames might be said almost to out-Y the squeel of the dying, as we
rusht into that fashnable Spaw, and my pore Mary Hann found it was not Baby, but
Bundles I had in my lapp.
"When the Old Dowidger Lady Bareacres, who was waiting heagerly at the train, herd that
owing to that abawminable Brake of Gage the luggitch, her Ladyship's Cherrybrandy box,
the cradle for Lady Hangelina's baby, the lace, crockary and chany, was rejuiced to one
immortial smash; the old cat howld at me and pore dear Mary Hann, as if it was huss, and
not the infunnle Brake of Gage, was to blame; and as if we ad no misfortns of our hown to
deplaw. She bust out about my stupid imparence; called Mary Hann a good for nothink
creecher, and wep, and abewsd, and took on about her broken Chayny Bowl, a great deal
mor than she did about a dear little Christian child. 'Don't talk to me abowt your bratt of a
babby' (seshe); 'where's my bowl?—where's my medsan?—where's my bewtiffle Pint
lace?—All in rewing through your stupiddaty, you brute, you!'